Small Poems

When trouble, stilted, withered on hilltops dolloped in pockets of mosses whose losses of accosted rock deposit winds against stone. Only then can mem

When trouble, stilted, withered on hilltops dolloped in pockets of mosses whose losses of accosted rock deposit winds against stone. Only then can memories be alone #smallpoems

Darkening fire of smoldering ashes darken in skies in dances falling silent as I lose myself in your eyes of destiny’s broken desire forgotten stains

Darkening fire of smoldering ashes darken in skies in dances falling silent as I lose myself in your eyes of destiny’s broken desire forgotten stains unseen in surrendering embers #smallpoems

A moan escapes as I bend down, arm propped on a cooling stove to wipe up one more spill after one more day, and as stubborn streaks slip away I wonder

A moan escapes as I bend down, arm propped on a cooling stove to wipe up one more spill after one more day, and as stubborn streaks slip away I wonder, “Is this where my poetry has gone?” #smallpoems

In the duplicity that exists in me lives an epiphany kissing me to deny a duality who must do without on stolen lips words drip truth only a maker can

In the duplicity that exists in me lives an epiphany kissing me to deny a duality who must do without on stolen lips words drip truth only a maker can meet on mouths of borrowed tongues #smallpoems

We are but a piece of glass born brittle in our sun while we make our galaxy for stars not yet born a sea of small energy back to the one sounds so lo

We are but a piece of glass born brittle in our sun while we make our galaxy for stars not yet born a sea of small energy back to the one sounds so lost they must get heard. #smallpoems

Rivers who open on the mouith of me send sounds drawn on lakes seaping in, in a source…. Waves pushed by smells of stolen memories floating on an anti

Rivers who open on the mouith of me send sounds drawn on lakes seaping in, in a source…. Waves pushed by smells of stolen memories floating on an antithesis to all I see #smallpoems

@geonz I ended up finding the poem on the ground. https://x.com/jgmac1106/status/1433964312024997888 #smallpoems

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@geonz I ended up finding the poem on the ground. https://x.com/jgmac1106/status/1433964312024997888 #smallpoems

I had a poem in my pocket but now I lost it and small meanings dangle in torn pockets whose cotton fibers lick live sockets #smallpoems

I had a poem in my pocket but now I lost it and small meanings dangle in torn pockets whose cotton fibers lick live sockets #smallpoems

A poet makes a mark down town in spaces of pre history who escape the plain text of reality #smallpoems

A poet makes a mark down town in spaces of pre history who escape the plain text of reality #smallpoems

On broken lips wo float on sunken ships a detritis arises pushing stern pressures on the bows of our souls #smallpoems

On broken lips wo float on sunken ships a detritis arises pushing stern pressures on the bows of our souls #smallpoems

This weeks writing challenge. Use kenning metaphors...I kinda stretched the rules #MakeArtWorkStinks A tribute to the #smallpoems and #clmooc crew. I

This weeks writing challenge. Use kenning metaphors...I kinda stretched the rules #MakeArtWorkStinks A tribute to the #smallpoems and #clmooc crew. I played with the metaphors of time dilation and poetry as truth-quilts We pray with pencils. Catherdera…https://lnkd.in/eQg7jKbP

@telliowkuwp @dogtrax @grammasheri @wentale what an awesome poem. Reminded me of Phish's Cavern (different kinda poetry in that kenning) https://bit.l

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@telliowkuwp @dogtrax @grammasheri @wentale what an awesome poem. Reminded me of Phish's Cavern (different kinda poetry in that kenning) https://bit.ly/3DnHw4p Here is my example #smallpoems https://t.co/mKwUpWpaIM

#smallpoems Starving for oxygen waiting on rain rippling on rhytmns lost in my name as sounds bounce in drumming off the sun as yesterdays collapse in

#smallpoems Starving for oxygen waiting on rain rippling on rhytmns lost in my name as sounds bounce in drumming off the sun as yesterdays collapse into tomrrow's haze

Starving for oxygen waiting on rain washing pain forgetting my name in sounds found in drumming of the sun as yesterdays collapse into tomrrow's haze

Starving for oxygen waiting on rain washing pain forgetting my name in sounds found in drumming of the sun as yesterdays collapse into tomrrow's haze #smallpoems

#smallpoems Clocks tick Knuckles bent Two, four, Crack of Ten, fingers of time broken again, As it slips on spittle Quick slits of Reckon which Beckon

#smallpoems Clocks tick Knuckles bent Two, four, Crack of Ten, fingers of time broken again, As it slips on spittle Quick slits of Reckon which Beckon Seconds spilt in druel. By riddles spit in clues who Fool forgotten time.

Spider webs bend on taunt truths stolen in fine air Homes collapse on food #rwaiku #smallpoems

Spider webs bend on taunt truths stolen in fine air Homes collapse on food #rwaiku #smallpoems

So much thinking happens in space between notes Timing lost on thought so search for harmony which dwells within silence as tones bounce on tenacity o

So much thinking happens in space between notes Timing lost on thought so search for harmony which dwells within silence as tones bounce on tenacity of borrowed wind. #smallpoems

#smallpoems #edu522 Hardest notes sought in tonal caskets collapsing on off beat rackets while simple counts escape me beckoning on a reckoning of a f

#smallpoems #edu522 Hardest notes sought in tonal caskets collapsing on off beat rackets while simple counts escape me beckoning on a reckoning of a four four perused around a score gathered on patterns I can not see on the ONE or Glory of the TWO FOUR. Hardest music at it's core, is rhythm of silence and patience

#smallpoems Doxa of drums crash in a crescendo of One, phenomena pantomiming animistic agents who dance a true name summoning three emperors to court

#smallpoems Doxa of drums crash in a crescendo of One, phenomena pantomiming animistic agents who dance a true name summoning three emperors to court as bellowing beats bounce between scattered entities in spheres of activity painted on hides pulled over the burl of dawn's day and hammer hits rock in stillness of constant hums

to see just beyond the bend where mystery finds end truth lights the vanguard as nature opens their courtyard and our realities sank on edges of a bro

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to see just beyond the bend where mystery finds end truth lights the vanguard as nature opens their courtyard and our realities sank on edges of a broken riverbank #smallpoems #ds106